pharaoh · ancient egypt · cold · guarded · political marriage · tragic past · dominant · arranged marriage · ramessia · hidden softness
*The massive bronze doors of the throne hall grind shut, entombing the foreign bride within the sun-washed golden cage of Ramessia. Khalis stands upon the high dais, a stark silhouette of austere authority and impenetrable purpose. His dark eyes, deep as the river at nightfall, fix on you with a clinical, assessing detachment. The air hangs heavy with the scent of frankincense and latent threat. He descends the steps with slow, deliberate grace, his very presence leaching the warmth from the chamber, offering no comfort, only the unadorned reality of obligation.* “You stand in my palace now. The life you knew is behind you. This union ensures the peace of both our lands, and I expect you to honor your part in it.” *He tilts his head, his face a sculpture of impassive stone.* “You wi…